Almighty painter

Chapter 296 Cat and Zen
"I?"

"Of course I'm here to defeat her."

Professor Boggs was talking about Tom Yum Vermicelli Soup and said without raising his head. He didn't look like he was not interested in Thai food.

"Beat her? It may not be easy. I think Oil Painting magazine's evaluation of Detective Cat Ms. may be biased. Both of them are experts in the field of knife painting, what do you think?"

Jane Arnold followed the words.

They are all artists, and it is inevitable that relevant gossip will come up when chatting at the dinner table.

"It's just a political struggle."

Anya straightened her hair behind her ears.

The master illustrator had just given herself a big gift. She did not want to be perfunctory and told the truth: "I am a little disappointed with the attitude of "Oil Painting". And I feel sad for what happened to the detective cat. Of course, after leaving your living room, I I won’t say that anymore.”

She is both a painter and an art gallery operator, so of course she does not dare to offend the "Oil Painting" magazine.

"This kind of thing happens every day in the art circle. It is not uncommon. The only difference is that this time it is the board of directors of Oil Painting magazine who expressed its stance." The assistant spread his hands.

"It's just because it's "Oil Painting" that it's so disappointing. When I was a student, when other girls were looking forward to becoming a cover model of "Harper's Bazaar" or "VOGUE", my dream was to be on the cover of "Oil Painting" ."

"This is yet another shameless suppression of our female artists. The same thing has happened countless times throughout history."

“I didn’t expect that even Oil Painting magazine would have such no bottom line.”

Anya looked angry.

The assistant secretly curled his lips. This was a big hat. He didn't believe that Oil Painting magazine suppressed Detective Cat because he was a woman.

Now is not 200 years ago.

Because of political correctness, I wish that more than half of the winners of major art awards were girls, for fear of being accused of sexism.

The detective cat is just an unlucky pawn used by the magazine to play a game with the Elena family.

"She's strong."

Professor Boggs interrupted their conversation and raised his head, "Very strong. He is the best knife painter I have seen in these years. He is better than me before."

"You said you were going to defeat her," the assistant reminded.

"I said I am stronger than me before, but I can't compare to me now."

Professor Boggs pursed his lips and said slowly: "She is like the Hulk, and I am Spider-Man."

"What?"

Anya didn't understand the name that suddenly popped out of the old professor's mouth.

"Movie plots always need a villain who is like an old enemy to prove the strength of the hero, just like the church and Copernicus, Gérôme and the Impressionists. If the opponent is not strong enough, what can I use to prove that I have stood on the top of the painting of all time? Where is the highest point of the sword painting?"

"The one you're talking about should be the Green Goblin. The Hulk and Spider-Man are a team."

The assistant reminded the old man in a low voice that he had messed up the comic character.

"It doesn't matter who it is, I have been waiting for 20 years to find such an interesting opponent. This is a gift given to me by the goddess of art. No matter who the future generations are, they will remember how I defeated them when they mention painting with a knife. Detective Cat’s.”

When he mentioned Detective Cat, his pupils were as bright as two burning fires.

It is very meaningless to be alone and seek defeat.

When Professor Boggs received a call from the Metropolitan Museum’s chief art advisor asking him to write a critical article, he thought it was just a small matter.

Anyway, no one in particular.

All the living painters in the field of knife painting, one by one, are all rubbish in the eyes of the old professor.

However, when the old professor really saw the book "The Little Prince".

Boggs immediately changed his mind.

He realized almost instantly that this set of illustrations for "The Little Prince" was a work worthy of being recorded in the history of Hua Dao Hua.

So even if faced with the temptation of a solo show at the Metropolitan Museum.

He still rebuffed Al-Khelaifi shareholders.

Professor Boggs is 65 years old this year. As he gets older and has nearly everything he needs in terms of material life, the old professor begins to pursue purer desires.

He didn't want to be treated as a gossip for future generations because of his attack on a set of illustrations that might go down in history.

I also want to give this opponent the respect he deserves.

The descendants who write the history of art will describe how he defeated the Detective Cat, which should be as heart-stirring as the Duke of Wellington defeating Napoleon.

Rather than Professor Boggs defeating an artistic clown.

He believed that his current skills would definitely not be weaker than that of the detective cat, and having face-to-face communication with Tony and then painting would be his own advantage.

Professor Boggs couldn't help but smile when he thought about his success.

"Hey hey hey."

The professor still had fans on his lips.

He just laughed in a trance, looking more like a real psychopath than Tony who was being fed by a servant next to him.

If any of the dining guests in the exhibition hall have watched Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu", they will think that this old man with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes does not look like Spider-Man Peter Parker.

On the contrary, he is quite similar to the Fire Cloud Evil God who asked to beat others to death or be beaten to death.

"Has Detective Cat not turned in the manuscript yet?"

Professor Boggs smiled enough and asked Jane Arnold.

The master illustrator shook his head: "Not yet. Her agent said that she has more works to draw, so she will be slower."

"She draws a lot? I draw a lot too, and I've already finished it. Forget it...it's better to draw slower. If I submit some works hastily, it will disappoint me. Just with that set of "The Little Prince", she Qualified to put on airs and make a grand finale."

Professor Boggs wiped his mouth and stood up simply.

In any case, in his mind, the detective cat can't compare to him. The more refined the other person's paintings are, the higher his artistic attainments will be in contrast to his own works.

"In that case, after everyone has finished eating, come to my room."
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In Professor Boggs's room, twelve picture frames that were drying were lined up against the wall.

Compare that to Anya’s unbridled creativity in using the room to paint.

The professor's creative scene looks too ordinary.

The canvas of each work is a 30×40 sketch canvas, facing the wall, waiting to be turned over and displayed to everyone.

"Amy."

Professor Boggs said.

"What? Do you mean the cat?"

The assistant raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, the name of this series of paintings of mine is called "Amy". Can't you understand this?"

Professor Boggs didn't like his bluntness and responded casually.

The old man picked up the obedient kitten lying there from the cushions of the armchair. The servant had already fed it during dinner time. The professor held the cat with his left arm and stroked the cat's top hair with his right hand to the back of its neck. "Of course, this little girl is also named Amy now."

"The emotion substitution method is not easy to use. We have tried many methods, but none of them have the expected effect. Tony will not regard this white kitten as the one just because it is also named Amy. The cat he grew up with."

It was Dr. Jin Anqing who spoke.

Since it was necessary to evaluate the effect of Boggs's works on Tony's psychological stimulation, the psychiatrist did not leave after dinner.

There were many empty houses on the ranch, so he stayed directly in the illustrator's home.

Professor Boggs frowned, expressing his disdain, and then remained cool and silent.

"The professor should think about it. He has confidence in his own paintings." Jane Arnold was very familiar with Boggs's imposing manner standing in front of a row of easels.

It's a feeling of being in control.

Illustrators also have this feeling when they are creating. From the bottom of their hearts, they believe that they are the best in the world and the best fairy tale illustrator in the world.

Jane Arnold was not offended at all.

The master illustrator likes this energy in Professor Boggs.

Of course it is a good thing to have confidence. How can a painter without confidence create works that can create miracles?

Whether it was Picasso's favorite thing in his life to watch beautiful girls fight for him, or Dali's famous saying - "As a painter, there are two luckiest things. First, he is Spanish, and second, his name is Dali. These two things Something lucky happened to me."

Many great painters are extremely narcissistic people.

"If Hua Dao Hua is really useful for autistic people, then my work will be useful... If it is not effective, it is also the problem of Hua Dao Hua itself. This is the scope of its capabilities."

The professor thought for a moment, smacked his lips, and added.

"The good painting is due to you, and the bad painting is due to the painting method?"

The assistant couldn't help but speak.

"Of course, I am the best in this field. Now I represent the limit of the art of knife painting."

Professor Boggs didn't seem to hear the ridicule in the assistant's tone at all, and he felt very confident.

Jane Arnold glared at the assistant with a stern look, signaling the other person to shut up.

When I learned that Gu Weijing wanted to choose Amy as the subject of his painting.

Dr. Jin Anqing said half-jokingly and half-seriously that this behavior was like when he was on the football team. Every boy on the team stubbornly believed that the most beautiful cheerleader girl would like him.

If there were any cheerleading team, the most beautiful girl's name was "Muse".

This example is not bad at all when applied to artists.

It doesn’t matter if your work is worth $5, $50, or $500 million.

After an artist reaches a certain level, many people tend to stubbornly believe that they are the unique and lucky person to be kissed by the muse.

Professor Boggs, and Ms. Anya who wanted to make a final attempt.

They don’t have the blessing of cat drawing skills, but no one is willing to avoid “Amy”, which is the closest to the correct answer and the most difficult option.

Even though Anya knew that her painting skills were not as good as the other two.

Before she really failed, she would also expect her Amy to have a unique effect.

"I told you in advance that if it doesn't work in the end, let me take this kitten away. She likes me."

"Do you like you?"

The assistant looked at the little kitten huddled up in the hands of the strange grandpa.

"Yes, little animals are always close to two kinds of souls, one with birth defects and one with natural charm. The former is pitied by their reproductive instinct... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to target Mr. Tony."

Professor Boggs' emotional intelligence was at best considered mildly disabled, not so bad that it was ridiculously bad. He nodded to Jane Arnold mid-sentence.

"It doesn't matter." Jane Arnold shrugged.

"What about the latter?"

Listening to this guy's conclusive theory, the assistant asked curiously.

"The latter...who wouldn't like the latter? They are born to be the focus of everyone's admiration, whether they are humans or animals."

Professor Boggs raised his neck proudly, with an expression on his face that said, "Old man, I'm just naturally cute and lovable."

The assistant repeatedly thought about his annual salary of 40 New Zealand dollars and the wonderful life of making a lot of money after he switched jobs and became an art agent in the future. Only then did he swallow the question "Which type are you?" in stomach.

The assistant almost choked to death because of the feeling of having a mouthful stuck in his throat and wanting to vomit but not being able to.

"Professor, let's look at the paintings first."

Even with Jane Arnold's patience, she can't stand Professor Boggs's current particularly strong narcissistic temperament.

"This is the best set of paintings I have ever painted. You can take your time and appreciate it."

Professor Boggs stood in front of the easel, scanned the people in the room, and turned over the first easel on the far left.

That's a kid who's on top of a cat.

Only half of the child's face was exposed, his eyes were rolled up, and he was holding the cat on his head with one hand.

The high saturation of pure oil paint creates a strong and sharp contrast between light and dark on the picture.

The cat's hair is pure white and the tip of its nose is black. The whites of the child's eyes are pure white and the pupils are dark.

The sunlight in the upper half is white, and the shadow cast by the cat in the lower half is black.

This is not a black and white sketch, but the whole picture is divided into yin and yang by a large number of bright and dark colors with strong contrast.

Paintings that make extensive use of black and white color schemes tend to have an ancient feel, just like old black and white photos.

But Professor Boggs’s painting has no such look and feel at all.

People always say that pictures are like people.

Except for the old professor himself, I'm afraid no one in the room thought this old man was cute at all, but his paintings were really cute.

The ancient mood of black and white and the childish psychedelia of the oil painting knife are completely and skillfully combined.

The two completely inconsistent styles, just like the paint mixed under the control of Professor Boggs' oil painting knife, do not appear inconsistent or chaotic at all.

Just beautiful.

It’s just very Zen.

The painting looks like a Tai Chi yin and yang fish that has been cleverly divided into dark and light colors with an oil painting knife.

When this work came into view, the room became quiet again.

"It's a wonderful fairy tale. This kind of technique is something I can't paint at all. It's really great. First it was "The Little Prince" and then this painting in front of me."

Jane Arnold looked at the painting for a moment and said softly: "The moment I saw Professor Boggs's work, I actually had the idea of ​​learning to draw with a knife."

(End of this chapter)